Angel Wisps
Where did you go? Babes in the woods slipped through the leaves, and out of sight. Did the Fae hands lead you astray? Do you sleep in the ring protected in their care in some realm only you can see, and is invisible to our eyes? Visions of you are reflected on the rainbow mist when sunlight cuts through, or you wisp inside of fog drifts over the harbour. Your giggles are in the sound of wind blown grass blades. You play hide and seek with the foxes who take you as their own. Sparrows weave little braids in your hair as you sleep. At night you run over the hill until you vanish into the horizon, like a little star in the sky that we all feel the need to follow at night when we're lost.